Chapter 1: Simple introductions
"I'm sure you read the summary of your task and roughly get why you're here. Let me explain more thoroughly."An old, but strong man stood before Arthur, Giving off a firm smile.
"I've heard that you and some other man singlehandedly took down the leader of the Russian Mafia. Now whether you caught him off guard or not doesn't really matter, as it would still take a tremendous effort and expertise."
He paused, and turned to look out the large window overlooking the landscape.
It was quite simple, yet lush in culture as the mediocre buildings nearby held character through shape and choice of materials. The old ones were cottage-sized and mainly built of large, stablised stone whilst the newer buildings were made of brick and stood tall with arched windows. The walls were slightly faded and worn by the weather, but it seemed almost as if they did not seem to care.
"How did you know-" Beckoned Arthur, slightly astonished before being cut off.
"Yes, it is very sensitive and private information, but I have good ears." He then paused, waiting for any response.
"You see, I'm an old man, and I've gone far beyond my prime. My two grandsons however are young and fit enough to run a mile - the only issue is that they are about as incompetent as a chocolate teapot, as you Englishmen like to say." He chuckled a little before shooting a glance to the young man before him.
"I want you to train them to become my successors before I am forced to retire." Arthur nodded, and briefly replied, "Yes sir. If you locate me to them, I shall begin my task."
In truth, he was a little uneasy about this. Just how much would he have to do?
I've never been in any sort of mafia before, actually. What happened before was rather unfortunate and I barely made it without losing a limb.
Arthur noticed the roman beginning to shift away and open a door, and followed the man closely behind him.
"Do not worry about travel; I thought it would be easier if you were to meet them here instead. They're just in the next room."
Arthur took a deep breath and headed through the doorway.
Before him sat two italian brothers- one of them glaring at him with wary and vicious leather-coloured eyes, with a permanent scowl on his face; whilst the other was indeed very bubbly and sprung off his seat to hug and greet Arthur with a bright, cheeful smile and his cheeks rose high enough to nearly hide the slightly brighter spheres behind them.
"Ve~ You are Arthur, right? Welcome!" the cheery sibling piped.
"Right. You must be... Feliciano?" The Italian giggled and nodded.
"That's me! Oh and this is my brother, Lovino. Say hi, Lovi~" Lovino's eyes went from his brother to the Englishman and stared before grunting and replying back to his sibling, "Non sto parlando in inglese per il bastardo tè, Feli."
¬I'm not speaking in English for the tea bastard¬
Arthur smirked and replied, "non c'è bisogno di, parlo anche italiano."
¬No need, I speak italian too.¬
The darker and slightly tinted red-haired boy's scowl fell further and cursed silently.
"Now, Lovino, there's no need to be rude to your mentor. Treat him like family, but not in the sense of throwing even more insults at him", the Roman interrupted, giving his grandson a rather intimidating look of authority.
The Italian turned his gaze to the floor, bowing his head a little in acceptance. The old man patted the slightly uneasy blonde and turned around, calling out before he left, "I think I'll leave you to it. Good luck."
The last phrase made him even more unsettled, unsure of it's meaning. He sighed, looking back at the happy Italian blabbering away to him.
"I guess we should start with what you two already know. Lovino?"
"..I know there's a lot of fighting and guns involved, sometimes I see it on the TV or in movies."
" And It's terrible, with all the loud noise and blood and I don't like bloodshed very much- I couldn't even think of even harming a fly! Oh why has grandpa done this to us we know nothing-"
"Indeed, but that's why i'm here I guess. When would you like to start?"
Remembering his tour of the locations he would need to know of, Arthur sat down on the driver's seat and waited for the other two to put on their seatbelts.
"'Vino, you need to wear your seatbelt. Car crashes are going to be quite common, and you need to be alive to succeed your grandfather's title."
"That's right, Lovi you can't die because of refusing to wear your seatbelt because that's a lame way to die and if you want to die happy then you've got to do it in some cool way like after finding the recipe to the best pasta sauce in the world!"
Un-keen on the idea of flying out of a car after a sudden halt, the grumpier brother of the two pulled the seatbelt over him until it clicked in securely.
"Queen-loving asshole", he groaned under his breath.
The Englishman almost immediately started driving at an average, if not slightly slower pace, ignoring the bickering and humming behind him.
After making an unnecessarily sharp right, the car rolled into an alleyway before revealing a large amount of empty space, with faded blood-stains in certain areas and miscellaneous items loitered here and there.
"Arthur I'm scared I don't like this place what are we doing here are you going to do anything to us because I can scream very loudly and the last time I did that I set off about 3 or so car alarms within the area-"
The Englishman slammed his door shut, making the finicky guy jump and whimper before refraining from speaking any further. He shuffled away from the door when it was opened, and pressed himself into his seat.
His sibling however exited the car quite calmly and walked out into the vast space.
"So what are we going to do here, tea bastard", he groaned, wishing he could be at home doing other things.
He then headed back to the car to yank the statue of an Italian with him, traumatised by his thoughts.
"I'm going to teach you the basics. Do you ever go to shooting practice?"
The repliant stayed quiet, obviously displaying that he had most likely never even used a real gun in his life.
"You two really were sheltered well, huh. Well I hear that Revolvers are quite easy to use, so I'll let the both of you practice on them."
The supposed mentor began rummaging around the rims of the area to gather materials for Dummy practice. Surprisingly there were a small stack of sandbags laying by a bunch of used bullet shells, entailing a probable gun fight with the bags as cover to hide and shoot behind.
Despite a few of the top ones blown with large holes into, the majority of the sandbags were salvageable with some in near-perfect condition. Arthur lugged a few of them to the back wall and propped them up, before looking for any sort of poles or material to suspend the sandbags in the air.
Though not far from him there were a few hooks dug into the brick wall, possibly used as a wall mount for larger, more powerful guns in dire situations. Nevertheless, he lifted the bags once again and shoved one onto the actual hook, resembling the body, and bag slouching on top, slightly hinting at the possibility of a head.
"Vino, Felici, you can collect your guns now."
The duo slowly shuffled towards him, with the ever-so-slightly-recollected boy sheepishly smiling and nervously laughed, "Y-you know I thought English people hate guns and don't use them anymore".
"It's true that I think they are immoral, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to use one."
The emerald-eyed man picked up a gun for himself, inserted the magazine, cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.
Boom.
Writer's Note
So this is most likely going to be in more depth than my last story, as I have a thicker plot to run on. However I don't think I can keep this to only a weekly posting with the amount of coursework I've been given (seriously it's too much _ ) which means I may push it back to once a fortnight. No promises, though!
EDIT: I've decided to do what I did with Underneath The Mask edit-wise, and I shall space these chapters out more. I just read this note above, and if I would I'd post a 'laughing and crying at the same time' gif. Because I kept you waiting for MONTHS, not weeks. But I suppose I kept myself waiting too. Ahh, procrastination at its finest.